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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig 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?
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.