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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.