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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.