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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.