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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.