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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 the Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.