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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.