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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.