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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.