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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.