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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.