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 Swaziland 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.