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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Can,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.