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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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?
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Crime,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.