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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Last Poets to the punk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.