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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
UT,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.