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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Television,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.