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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.