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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.