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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
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Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.