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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Reuben Wilson 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.