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 Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Index,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.