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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.