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 Cambodia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.