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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Can,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.