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 Cambodia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Organ,
This Heat,
Swans,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.