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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.