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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
10cc,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.