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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.