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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 The Remains to the rap 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
The Move,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.