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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.