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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.