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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.