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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.