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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.