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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.