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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Visage,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.