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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.