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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.