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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Associates to the jazz 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.