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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
the Germs,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.