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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Monolake,
AZ,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.