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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.