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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.