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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.