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 Uruguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.