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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Moebius,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Fear,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.