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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Can,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.