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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 sitar 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 Magazine to the punk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.