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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Near to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.