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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.