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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.