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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang Starr to the grime 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Crime,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.