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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.