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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Visage,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.