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 Morocco and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.