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 Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.