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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang Starr to the grime 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.