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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.