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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.