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 Gabon 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.