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 Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
X-101,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.