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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Henry Cow to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.