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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.