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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.