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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the rap 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
ABC,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Faust,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.