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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Pretty Things to the funk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.