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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 dance 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.