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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Liliput to the punk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
This Heat,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.