Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Inner City. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.