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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.