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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.