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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.