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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Shadows of Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.