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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
UT,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.