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 Luxembourg 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Eric Copeland to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.