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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.