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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.