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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.