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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Franke,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.