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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.