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 India and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.