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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.