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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
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,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.