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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless 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 Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.