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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.