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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.