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 Italy and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Mars,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.