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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.