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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.