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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.