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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Index,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.