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 Gabon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
AZ,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.