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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
AZ,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.