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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.