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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.