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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.