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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gun Club 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Wire,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.