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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.