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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.