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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Monks,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.