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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 The Count Five to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.