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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
Index,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.