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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.