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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.