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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Dead C to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.