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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.