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 Angola and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.