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 India and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the techno 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.