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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.