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 Maldives 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.