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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.