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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.