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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.