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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.