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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.