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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.