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 Brazil and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Taipei and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts 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?
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.