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 Somalia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.