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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Can,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Echospace,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Fear,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.