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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.