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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.