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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the crunk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.