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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.