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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.