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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.