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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Wings 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Crime,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.