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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.