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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.