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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.