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 Samoa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.