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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.