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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.