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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.