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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.