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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the dance 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
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.