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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.