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 Chad and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Near 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Gong,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.