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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.