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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Donald Byrd to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.