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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.