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 Comoros and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 The Victims to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
The Names,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
UT,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.