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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.