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 Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.