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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.