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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.