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 India and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Nas,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.