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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.