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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.