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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.