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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Saccharine Trust 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.