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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
AZ,
Alphaville,
JFA,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.