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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.