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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.