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 Syria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.