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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.