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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Oneida,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.