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-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.