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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 sitar 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 F. McDonald to the techno 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.