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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.