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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.