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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.