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 Iran and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Television,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Grauzone,
UT,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.