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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.