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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.