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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.