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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Crime 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.