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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.