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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Make Up,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.