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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.