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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.