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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Hoover,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
AZ,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.