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 Suriname and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.