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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.