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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.