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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.