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 Fiji and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.