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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.