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 Angola and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.