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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Visage,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
The Move,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.