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 Togo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.