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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.