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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.