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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Sheep to the disco 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.