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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.