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 Switzerland 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
the Slits,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.