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 Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.