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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.