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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Rapeman to the rap 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.