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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.