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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.