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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 Seoul and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.