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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
June Days,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.