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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.