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 Angola and from Milan.
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 Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.