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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the funk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.