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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.