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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Faust,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.