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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.