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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.