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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.