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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.