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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Kayak,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
MDC,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.