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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.