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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.