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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Wire,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.