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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
a-ha,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.