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 Namibia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.