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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
The Move,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.