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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.