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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Rakim,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.