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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.