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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.