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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.