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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the techno 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
UT,
The Motions,
Brick,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.