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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.