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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.