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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.