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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.