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 Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
ABC,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.