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 and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the punk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.