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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.