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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Hashim to the grime 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.