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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.