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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.