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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.