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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.