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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.