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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.