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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Ronan,
Quantec,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.