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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.