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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.