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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Mojo Men,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.