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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.