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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.