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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.