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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.