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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
EPMD,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.