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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.