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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.