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 Guinea and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 ABC to the jazz 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.