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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.