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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the punk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
X-101,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.