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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Smog,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.