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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.