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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Fear,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.