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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.