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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.