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 India and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.