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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Cymande to the dance 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.