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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Monolake,
Smog,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.