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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Index to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.