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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Y Pants 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.