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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.