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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.