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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.