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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.