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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.