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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
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.