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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.