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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
EPMD,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.