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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.