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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.