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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.