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 Panama and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.