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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Can,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.