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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.