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 Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Harmonia to the funk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.