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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 808 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.