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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.