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 Thailand 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
PIL,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.