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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.