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 Philippines and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the techno 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.