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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Move to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.