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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.