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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Franke to the crunk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.