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 Australia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Lalann,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.