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 Guinea 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.