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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.