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 Ghana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Pylon,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.