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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deakin to the jazz 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.