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 the UAE and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Smog,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.