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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 rhodes 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
10cc,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.