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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Can to the grunge 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.