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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.