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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 the Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
AZ,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Wire,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.