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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Fear,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.