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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.