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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.