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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 organ 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.