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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.