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 Ethiopia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.