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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bologna and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Swans to the grime 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.