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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.