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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Wings,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
The Cure,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.