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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.