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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
The Martian,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.