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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.