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 Sweden and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.