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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.