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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Wire,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.