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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
CMW,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
DNA,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.