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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW to the jazz 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.