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 Philippines and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.