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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.