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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.