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 Maldives and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Fear,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.