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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Fear,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.