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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The United States of America to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.