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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.