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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 KRS-One to the techno 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.