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 Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
the Germs,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.