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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vogues to the punk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.