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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.