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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.