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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
PIL,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.