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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.