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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.