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 Senegal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.