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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.