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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slits 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.