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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.