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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.