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 Netherlands 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.