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 Venezuela 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Associates 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.