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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Skarface,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.