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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.