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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.