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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.