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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Copeland 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 Rakim. 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 funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.