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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.