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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.