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 Kuwait 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.