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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Parry Music to the grime 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.