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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
The Gories,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.