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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Magma to the punk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.