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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sound to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.