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 Brazil and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.