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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.