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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.