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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan 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?
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.