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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.