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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Pagans,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.