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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.