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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.