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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
ABC,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.