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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.