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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.