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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Index,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.