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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.