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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Q65,
Crime,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.