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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
X-102,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.