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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.