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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
June of 44,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.