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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Mars,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.