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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Remains to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
The Victims,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.