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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.