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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.