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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.