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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Nico,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.