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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.