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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Gong,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.