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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.