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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.