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 Fiji 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
UT,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.