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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.