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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.