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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Monks,
Ponytail,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.