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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
PIL,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.