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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
ABC,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.