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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.