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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.