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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.