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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.