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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Technova,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.