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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.