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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Adolescents to the grunge 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.