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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Lyres,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.