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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Red Krayola 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
AZ,
the Association,
Pagans,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.