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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the disco 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Crime,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.