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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.