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 Monaco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.