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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.