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 Canada and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.