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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Television,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.