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 Argentina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the rap 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Organ,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.