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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.