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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.