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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.