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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.