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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
DNA,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
The Names,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.