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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.