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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.