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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 The Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.