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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
The Gories,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.