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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.