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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.