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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.