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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.