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 Comoros and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.