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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.