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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.