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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arkestra to the rap 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Gong,
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.