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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.