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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.