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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.