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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann 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?
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.