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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.