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 Cameroon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the grunge 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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?
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.