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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.