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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.