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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.