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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Gong,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.