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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.