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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.