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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.