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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.