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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Television,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.