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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.