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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.