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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.