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 France and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.