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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.