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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Audionom,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.