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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Junior Murvin to the disco 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.