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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.