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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.