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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.