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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.