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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Don Cherry to the grime 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.