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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
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.