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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.