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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.