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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Nico,
Smog,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.