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 Ivory Coast 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim to the crunk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.