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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Nas,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.