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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.