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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Can,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.