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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The Raincoats to the grime 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Crime,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.