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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 Accra and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.