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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.