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 Spain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the funk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.