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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.