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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.