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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Zapp to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.