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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.