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 Brunei and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the funk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.