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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scrapy to the grime 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.