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 Eritrea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Ten City to the techno 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.