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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.