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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Slits to the rap 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.