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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
cv313,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.