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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra 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?
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Index,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.