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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.