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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Slave,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.