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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One 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?
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.