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 Marshall Islands 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Visage,
Second Layer,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.