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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.