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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.