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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.