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 Israel and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.