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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.