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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.