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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Wings,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.