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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 Portland and Toronto.
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 linndrum 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.