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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Hashim,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.