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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Nas,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.