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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.