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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 The Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.