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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '90s.
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 China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.