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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Model 500,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.