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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Smog,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.