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 Colombia and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.