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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.