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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.