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 India and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.