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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.