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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Rapeman to the rock 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.