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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.