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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.