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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.