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 Mali and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Echospace,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.