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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.