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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.