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 Finland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Brass Construction to the techno 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Flipper,
Can,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.