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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.