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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.