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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.