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 Andorra 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.