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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.