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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.