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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
The Cramps,
PIL,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.