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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.