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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.