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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.