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 Fiji and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Todd Terry to the crunk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Can,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.