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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.