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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.