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 Solomon Islands 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.