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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.