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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Japan,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.