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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.