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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.