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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.