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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms 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?
Gong,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.