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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Carl Craig to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.