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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.