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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.