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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.