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 South Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.