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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Althea and Donna to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.