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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
June Days,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.